Warhammer 40k Metal Song: Blood Gorgons #metal #warhammer40k

Warhammer 40k inspired Metal Song! Lyrics: Cast from the Emperor's grasp, we fled the hunt, the faith, the chapter, Through warp-torn voids our exile grew, fed by hatred, fed by pain. Within the Cauldron Born we gathered, fractured packs became one host, Blood-bound by butchered flesh and ritual, warriors forged from ghost to ghost. Carve the flesh, exchange the blood, Cut the tendon, spill the flood. Brother bound to brother's scar, Feeling wounds from worlds afar. Slave drums thunder through the halls, War chants shake the rusted walls. Beneath the gaze of daemons near, We sharpen wrath and swallow fear. Bodies hanging from the gantries, Skin stripped clean from captive prey. Gene-seed harvested from carcasses, Feeding war another day. WE ARE THE BLOOD GORGONS! No emperor own our souls! WE ARE THE BLOOD GORGONS! Freedom bought with skulls! Blood and marrow! Flesh and iron! Bound as one through pain! Blood and marrow! Flesh and iron! Let the galaxy break! Raid the convoys, breach the hulls, Fill the decks with shattered skulls. Boarding torches split the dark, Chainblades leave a butcher's mark. Merchant crews reduced to meat, Spilling entrails at our feet. Every vessel stripped and flayed, Every corpse another trade. Imperial worlds left gutted open, Cities drowning in their dead. The air itself becomes a slaughterhouse, Painted red from end to end. Gammadin forged the ancient covenant, Blood and tissue sewn as one. When his brother twisted into madness, Mercy came from bolt and gun. Pain returned through every nerve, A bond no death could sever. The curse became our strength in war, The wound remains forever. CUT! THE! FLESH! BLEED! THEM! DRY! RIP THE RIBCAGE OPEN WIDE! BOND-BROTHERS! SIDE BY SIDE! NO CHAPTER! NO THRONE! NO FAITH TO DRAG US DOWN! WE FEAST UPON THE FALLEN! WE PAINT THE DECKS WITH GORE! WE HEAR THE VOIDSCREAM CALLING! AND STILL WE HUNGER MORE! From Bastion Sector battlefields, To corpse-filled shrineworld avenues. The Gorgon head flies overhead, As populations are reduced. Mountains built from severed limbs, Oceans thick with blood and ash. The living beg for swift extinction, As chainaxes descend and crash. No surrender, no salvation, Only carnage left behind. The Blood-Bound march through devastation, Leaving nothing spared alive. Within the Cauldron Born we gather, Around the feast of war once more. Brothers linked through blood and agony, Surrounded by the dead we tore. No patron waits to claim our loyalty, No throne commands our hand. Only freedom earned through massacre, As the Blood Gorgons forever stand.